Does anything about being alive make any sense? Making sense is the need of the mind. Your mind is only a ‘one little tiny part of’ what’s going on. So why would that rule everything? That’s like if your little toe needed something, you gear your whole life, you gear everything, to what your little toe needs—to what your pinky toe needs. That doesn’t make sense. The need to make sense, makes no sense.
That’s the main underpinning of materialism: that everything should make sense. What they mean is: that we should never be uncomfortable, it should be easily digestible, and on the surface seem right. Never go below the superficial—that’s what “making sense” means. Making sense can be translated to: stay superficial, and don’t think too much. Don’t think too deep, don’t question. Follow the crowd. That’s what “make sense” means.
It’s an erroneous demand, that you’ve ordered your life around. And therefore you live as a robot, you live as software—because you’re busy trying to make sense, and the universe doesn’t give a shit about making sense—never heard of it. The universe never heard of it—wouldn’t know what you mean. The universe is too big for that; existence is too big to be bothered with making sense.
Your tiny mind, the tiny mind, likes that. Not even your wisdom mind, just your everyday tiny mind that’s local, that has nothing to do with anything that even approaches Truth. Truth never tries to make sense. Truth is itself. It’s not about making sense. The only thing that ever has a requirement or expectation, that needs to make sense, is the human mind. Elephant mind doesn’t have that, tree doesn’t have that, clouds don’t have that. So it’s an arbitrary thing. And we’re imposing it on all of existence. We’re looking at existence through that lens: “Well, what sense do they make?” So you will miss the essence of everything! Because you stay on the periphery on this—at the superficial level.
You have to literally drop the need for things to make sense. You have to go through a phase where you feel like you don’t understand anything that’s going on around you. Until you have that experience, you’re still in that ‘making-sense’ business. Because you can’t pass from having that profound need, generalized need, in every way—about everything—you can’t go from that, to dropping that—without passing through major disorientation, where you don’t know up from down. There has to be an inbetween, a transition where nothing in between will make any sense. Then things will straighten out. But the need for things to make sense will be gone. If you’re going to get rid of it, you’re going to go through a period of feeling unmoored. So that has to be tolerated, because this is why they have astronauts go through that thing that whirls around, before they experience no gravity in space. They have to get used to it, because the first reaction is you feel sick as a dog and you vomit—because you’ve never experienced no gravity.
So if this is the same, going from “it has to make sense” as an unconscious mental need, a mind need—dropping that entirely means going from gravity to a no-gravity situation. You’re so used to it, it’s like gravity. So if gravity goes away, suddenly everything’s floating in the air. You’re floating upside down. Everything is not in its place. That’s how it’s going to be. Whether it lasts for five seconds, five minutes or five days, you’re going to have to pass through it, if you’re really going to get rid of the unconscious very strong need that everything has to make sense (or else you get very uncomfortable).
Or you simply run the other way (which is what people do), because it’s so pervasive: everything has to make sense, all the time. This is part of how you’re nailed down into being an automaton.
You’re missing miracles all around, because miracles don’t make sense. They make an exception for this one word: “miracle.” But that doesn’t have to make sense; but there’s lots of disagreement. Many people don’t think there is such a thing.
The fact that you’re alive is a miracle! There’s almost nothing, that isn’t a miracle!
—Swami Premodaya
Excerpt transcribed from a March 2015 class meeting of ICODA’s ‘Mystery School Curriculum’